*It has been a long time since I saw these characters! I am ready to finish their story. I did not have my usual editor this time, I am currently looking for a new one if anyone would like to help out!*
Chapter 12
Ealasaid woke to strong hands gently caressing her back. As her mind cleared, memories of the previous night came flooding back and she lifted her head from Baal's chest and looked up into his red eyes. Every time she saw them, they took her breath away. Two irises and pupils in each eye, all burning a deep blood red in his face.
"Good morning." He said, his deep voice resonating through his chest and making her stomach clench.
"Hi." She responded.
She watched him a moment. She had never seen him look so peaceful, so human. In that moment she could forget that she was laying on the chest of the King of Hell; they could have been anyone enjoying the soft sunlight coming in through the windows and the quiet of the morning.
"You were watching me sleep?" She asked only half joking.
Baal nodded. One hand lifted to her face and he pushed her wild curling hair back over her shoulder and stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"You look beautiful when you sleep." He said, his reason simple yet still eliciting a primal response in her stomach.
Even though her muscles ached, her body cried out for him and she pulled herself to straddle his waist. He cushioned his head on one muscled arm and his free hand fell to her thigh. His fingers played over the raised skin of her scars and she felt her cheeks heating.
"They're ugly." She said in a small voice.
"We all have scars." He replied in gentle acceptance.
Ealasaid's eyes dropped to his chest. His dark skin, like hers, was covered in scars. Shakily she brushed her fingers over a long welt across his chest. She felt him jump, tensing under her touch and she immediately yanked her hand back.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly.
Baal took her hand in his and brought it back to his chest. Her skin was soft and warm against his and he watched her face as she explored the countless scars that marred his torso.
"How did you get them?" Ealasaid asked.
"The War, the Fall, my countless attempts to escape Hell." He said nonchalantly but Ealasaid felt his muscles tense.
"You tried to escape?"
"At the beginning. Got pretty close too." Baal's voice was light, joking, but there was a darkness in his eyes that betrayed his tone.
"What stopped you?"
Baal laughed emptily. "Such a curious little lamb." He lifted his hand and Ealasaid felt herself flinch, terrified she had made him angry. His touch was gentle as he brushed his thumb over her cheek.
"I was powerful enough to leave but Ipos wasn't. I would have had to leave him behind and, I wasn't strong enough to do that."
Ealasaid frowned at his confession. "But he did leave."
"He was permitted to leave if I promised that I would stay. I saw that Ipos needed to get out of that place, so I gave up my chance of leaving for him to be happier. I'm glad I did, he may have never met you if he had stayed in Hell."
Ealasaid felt her throat closing at his words. "You stayed so he could go?"
Baal nodded. "I know. Truly a martyr, but even the Devil can be redeemable if he sacrifices himself for the people he cares about."
"Does he know?"
"No Anima. He wouldn't have heard it and now I don't see the point in bringing it up again. He has had a much better life up here and I got to watch him be happy and find a family."
Ealasaid touched his scars gently. She could feel the thin lines of cuts, the thicker welts from whips and uneven skin of burns. Leaning down she kissed him.
"You're a good brother." She told him and felt him smirk against her lips.
"You think so?" He asked.
"More than that. You're a good person. You put other people and their happiness before your own, not many people do that."
"A good person?" Baal repeated with a derisive laugh. "I don't know how many people would agree with you on that one. No matter what you believe, the Devil is very rarely the hero of the story."
"I don't care what other people think or what they write about you. I know what I think and I know you're a good person. I'm glad I have you."
Baal was quiet. He didn't know what to say. She spoke with such gentle, naΓ―ve honesty that his stomach flipped and his chest ached. Ealasaid cupped his cheek in her small hand and her gaze locked onto his.
"Your eyes, are incredible." She said in wonder.
Baal laughed in surprised. The sound, like his demeanour, was strangely human and she relished in the feeling of normality.
"No one has ever said that before. Thank you."
"No one?" She pressed.
"Most people who see them are in a very different situation than you. Most people see them when I welcome them to my home, that is not a nice place to be."
"You always call it your home, are there more rooms than the ones I've seen?"
"Anima there is much more to it, I've just never shown it to you." Baal explained. "There are bedrooms, a ballroom, even a library."
"A library."
"An extension of the Archives. My own personal collection."
"There's more to the Archives, why didn't you tell us when we were looking for Elyas?" Ealasaid demanded.
"Because I know every word in every book in that library and none of them waste time on Elyas or his history."